Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The moment of birth
Just the beginning
Life is decay
Filled with sorrow
There is only dust here
But for this flesh of clay
The twisting
Of our words
Of our flesh as it hangs
Upon the tree
The wind blows us
From side to side
Nothing to grieve
Nothing left to say
But that our lives
Were not meant to be this way
Not meant to end this way
We all must die
But we should live
Before
Rather than erode
With this decay
Let others spin
In the abyss
Let them sort out
My decay
Let them fall through
The bottom floor
Rooted in my failure
Added to the pile
Every living day
Let them drown in the
Spirals of my DNA
I would rather resist
And exist
Without this betrayal
That ends this life

Monday, June 27, 2011

I acquiesced to the fate
That we'd meet
Even if I should be
Unworthy
I trusted somehow
That we'd be together
And I was right
I loved her since I was created
I knew her
I knew she existed
Inside my being
And when she was mine
There was no other time
That I could have been
So happy
To be
And now my life
Is nearly over
Infused with sorrow over
Endings
Final days
But glad to be
Ready to meet her
In the ever after
Where she remains
Waiting for me
Behind the mists
Of ever

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Male6'4"270 lbsAmericanChristianBorn 1963PoetParentHusbandLives in a Capitalist societyCat loverFavorite color: BlackFavorite poet: Lord DunsanyFavorite writer: Ernest HemingwayEducation: BA in History University Minnesota DuluthMS in History North Dakota State University

Friday, June 24, 2011

Perfect is the machineFunctions without maliceLives without eatingLives without dreamsBow down before its absoluteEcstatic speech is not allowedReason and logic are its choirAnd humanity should be proud

Thursday, June 23, 2011

My soul bears scarsFrom times when I've allowedPeople to get too closeMy soul is uniqueIt is the only thing I possessOutside of mindMy skinMy bones and fleshI let people inAll the timeAnd my heart doesn't stopLetting themGet withinThe boundaries I've setThe walls I've builtAnd every day I am woundedEvery day I am scarredInsideBy my own handWhen I refuseTo hold them backThey break meStrip meRip meTear my soulUntil I am blindTo anyone in needOther than me

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Stones in fields
Bones bleached white
Thunder storms drench
The plateau of wheat
Lives remembered
Upon the fields
Where they fought
And died
During the heatMillenia ago
In the summer sun
Of Scythia
Still warm
Despite decades
Of cold

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I am very smallA flake of ashScreaming in painOne of the millionsCovered in flameCovered in dustI am blown by windsGenerated by firesOf this worldWe are the last generationWe are to blameSo black with smokeThe air is thickThe devastation castAgainDespite my hopesThat fadeDesire is lustThe flesh denies the decayDisease arrives to lay the killing blowTo my despairThe curse is renewedLife goes onBut my life is overWhy do we runWhen we cannot hideWhy do we crawlWhen we can flyWhy do we crawlOver mounds of broken glassWhen we know it cutsWhy do we dreamWhen it ends in nightmareWhy do we loveWhen it ends in rustWhy do we hopeWhere there can’t be trustWhy do we dreamWhy do we dreamI am a speck of dustIn the windsOf the eternal scheme

Monday, June 20, 2011

there isn't a path to followthere isn't a book to learnLove is the answerto every questionto every situationthere is nothing to earnnothing to be aware ofit is not lustnot desireif you begin with loveand endeavoryour heart will burnforever firetowards the otherwhere two become onetogether

Sunday, June 19, 2011

I rode through the forestEnchanted by the scenesMy outsides protected by armorMy insides aliveMy mind in dreamsThe beauty made me cryFor this was truly whatWe are supposed to live to seeNot warNot hungerNot swordsAll of whichAre meSakura fallingLike snowAs I ride throughMy horse urged forwardI cry as I goFor I will returnTo the world in whichI castMy fate with mankindRather thanThe world that willEver last

Friday, June 17, 2011

Enter into eternityIt is there for the takingThe end of this flesh bound placeFor another worldWe are makingBeyond imaginationBeyond the smallest atomIt is immenseYet infinitely smallIt is emptyYet fullWaitingNot yet begunWe cannot imagineThe worlds yet madeBut this world is completeAnd the harvestConquestAnd cullAre done

Thursday, June 16, 2011

No destiny
No legacies
No fate that beckons us
We exist here
And draw the line
Rising up there is only this
That we agree that whatever
There is before us
We embrace it
For there is no turning back
No regression
No living in the past
Or longing for a different path
We have only each other
And your voice allows me
To find courage
To rise after I fall
You are my hope
There is only now
There is only you
There is only this call
I am yours without reservation
You own my soul
Pierce my being
Through my ear
Bring the awl
Punch it through
Let me be redeemed
Heaven awaits
I hope it is waiting
But for now
We have only this
Existence is proof
I need your help
I promise my hope
I refuse to fail
Because I am the author
Of my own life
There is no fate
Only to serve your will
Yours alone
Velle est posse

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I would give my beingEverythingI ownTo be hersTo be the oneThat she lovesLet it beLet me singHer praisesShe is gloriousShe is amazingAnd she is justOut of reachI need herI need herI beseech God aboveTo be the oneShe lovesBut there is no answerFrom God or herAnd I waitForeverUntil I knowLike a burning cancerThe question is unansweredAnd I waitUntil everFor her

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I hold your handI kiss your lipsI find you in these mistsYou extend your soulI extend my beingAnd we become wholeYou are mineI am yoursIn the midstOf life's sorrowI grieve yesBut there is with youTomorrowYou make meWholeI love youAnd we will growBecome oneWe've begunLet us holdOne anotherUntil there is no nightLeft in the skyNo tearsLeft to cry

Sunday, June 12, 2011

One way or another he'd get his wayHe'd reap a vengeful harvestHe'd make the world payHe'd been held backHeld downFor so long nowYou could hear the countdownOf the impending attackWhile his mind was goneWhen he was doneHe'd be dead tooBut not before he slayedAll he could

Saturday, June 11, 2011

It doesn't matter, what I've been through, you are always there to stitch me up. It doesn't matter, where I've been, you are my solace, you are my one.

I am not able to heal on my own. I am unable to be all alone.

You give me hope, you give me love, you got me through, and I have nothing to offer, but my heart, my dreams, all that's in me that is true.I am not able to heal on my own. I am unable to be all alone.

Friday, June 10, 2011

It is comingOne final floodA deluge of painAnd sorrowThe flood of crimsonA pool of bloodI wrote my name upon the wall100 timesIn bloodMy bloodNo one else is nearThey left me hereIn this placeIgnored but once a dayWhen food is placedUnder the doorThey say I am crazedInsaneBut I am waitingAnd they know itFor the final timeThey can harm meAnd thenI will make them payFor I know the truthAnd the flood is comingThe floodThe flood

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I never knew love before she came into my life
And now I'll never know it again
She left and took my heart and all my time
While memories remain
She is gone
And my heart is grieving
And I can't see the point
Of going on at all
I may never hold her
Never kiss her
Never be with her
Ever again
And that is a cost
That I can't afford to pay
And if I wait
Until all hope is fled
She isn't coming back
My life is over
Instead
Whether I am alive
Or
Dead

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

"The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of men and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown."

Gilgamesh was the first of the NephilimThe great warrior kingThe master of his worldAnd maker of lawsSumeria was wildUntamed and flawedBut GilgameshWas madeTo break the backOf the beasts of the landsTo crushAll who would offerResistance to the ruleHe offeredThe age of the NephilimWas brutal and violent was the tideGilgamesh as warriorWas not subtleHe killed and crushed his foesAnd without kindnessBut as kingHe is remembered in jubilant songAs a victor in battles yetHe was merciful when neededWhile a true friend and allyTo others his will was harshTime would not remember him as kindThe tide was violentBloody and blindHe would bring his enemy to woeThe days of the Nephilim were shortBut our memory of them is long

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Millennia from nowWe will be less than a speckUpon the horizonDust and ruinsBarely memoriesBetter to be forgottenBut what is anythingWe repeat the same cycleWe create what has already beenCreatedThis life of oursMisbegottenTo tear our pieceOf legacyFrom the jawsOf destinyThere is nothing we doThat isn't dustNothing we tryThat isn't lostIn the mists of timeIts all goneSooner or laterThe new is old

Monday, June 6, 2011

Nude to the worldBut nothing to seeWhat once was gloriousNo longer isHard now to believeYou ever didLove meOnce we had a worldNow we have threadsOnce we had dreamNow its deadWhat is the pointOf hopingWhen it leads to thisWhat is the point of lovingWhen you get nothing instead

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Stonewall Inn wasn't thought of as a civil rights championOr center of equality demonstrationsBut it was because of the circumstances forced upon itThis nation was unequalBeing gay in public meant taking chancesSo when push was literally a pushThe people who went to the Stonewall shoved in returnHuman nature requires innocent blood to be sacrificedIn order for change to be burnedInto society's conscience

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I could flyWith wings upon the winds risingAt one time I was high above the world belowI saw what others could only imagineAnd I fell from that high placeFell below the horizonInto the ocean beneathThe salt water I could tasteThrough my broken mouthThrough my broken bodyI could flyAnd then I reached too farEntropy claimed meFrom the high placeAnd before I could understandWhyI embraced my fateAnd let my wings fadeAway

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